A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

one who picked the name

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

had almost given up on

lived two

a glass of

time for you to take the medicine,”

like he had not

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

when he

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

favorite

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born

he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

better not call

have to give Cecilia too

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him

the bed, and a nurse came in

Mark looked sideways at the

got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

This time, he had a

Alexis. He dreamed that he

almost

had lived two months longer than the doctor

with a glass of water and medicine

medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not heard

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s

twitched when

“Yes, during this time of the year, the

favorite food,” Mark

know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

heard this, he began to fumble in his

stopped

seemed it was better if

better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

him and

nurse came in to help

done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and weaker

asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

was much

and call him “Uncle Mark”

this Cecilia in his dream

arms and gently stroked his

point,

room were white, just like

gently closed his eyes

felt he needed to

but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

gone to buy

foreign nurse was in the

to return home. He

missed those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on

knew he couldn’t change anything for

he would never give up as

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he

stay strong and fight his

he was finding it difficult to go back

the bed and started to make paper

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane

said he wanted to go there because he

pale fingers trembled as he thought

Peter came back to the hospital

snowstorm on his way, so he was

like I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are

Mark had been making and he pursed

paper planes and

of your

actually took a Little

more

it in his mouth, he put

eyes

back home and have a family reunion,” he said

Angela’s Library

will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

now, it was around 4 a.m.

looked at the caller ID. For a long

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter

into

boy,” he

answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal

voice sounded

“Cecilia gave birth

had given birth to a girl that had been named

which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

much in the first half of his

sniffed and put

the call, he never even dared

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter

to hear this and he

he said with a

day of the new year.

agreement and began to stroke one of

fly back home to see

Angela’s Library

glance would

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